Indystar had a more in-depth article on this. The widow showed the plans quite some time ago and was told they would not allow it in the church cemetary. She had it made anyway. Also, there are actually 2 headstones that form the armrests for a bench in the middle. Yeah, it's shaped like a sofa with NASCAR and NFL logos on it. I'm not particularly formal and not religious at all, but I can see how a church might not want their 100yo cemetary all rednecked out.

There is no color there. What grass there is that still covers the grey ground has been dead for ages. The wind has blown garbage in from off the street and into the bushes. If there wasn't a wrought iron fence surrounding the property, it could be easily confused for a vacant lot.

The loved one who is buried there had a wit like Tallulah Bankhead's and a body like Joey Heatherton's (yeah, I'm dating myself). She used to be an accountant, a car mechanic, and when the underground newspapers in SoCal were at their peak during the late 1960s/early 1970s, she was one of their most popular nude models. She loved paint-by-number kits, unicorns, and driving as fast as your car could go. I had a cat that disliked women until one day she sat next to him on my couch and called him, "Handsome".

She now shares a plot with two other bodies tamped down on top of her's. One of those bodies belongs to an executed criminal who faked his death by murdering a homeless man and putting him in the driver's seat of a burning car. The next time I visit her, there will probably be a fourth body there.

I wish she could've died in England where they allow you to dress up somebody's plot. She would've loved to have had a grave decorated like a New Year's Day float. Her epitaph probably would've been her famous line, "Why does it gets cold everytime my nipples get hard?"

Just saw this one on Facebook. Eaten by mountain rats sounds like a painful way to go.

In 1876, Signal Station attendant Private John O'Keefe, told tall tales of life in the station to lawyer, newspaper man and drinking buddy, Eliphat Price. O'Keefe recounted a story of large, man-eating rats that lived in caves on Pikes Peak. The story then grew to include how these rats attacked him and his wife and daughter in the station itself - devouring a side of beef in less than five minutes. While Private O'Keefe tried to protect his family using a club to fend off the rats, it was actually Mrs. O'Keefe who saved the day by electrocuting the rats with a coil of wire connected to the signal station's battery. According to the story though, her efforts were too late. Before she could connect the wire to the battery terminals, hundreds of these killer rats had already devoured Erin, the O'Keefe's only daughter.

O'Keefe quickly erected a fake grave on the summit to support his story and, more likely, to woo tourists. However, there were only two problems with the story - O'Keefe wasn't married and he didn't have a daughter. Despite these obvious clues, the story hit the wires and ended up being published in many newspapers around the globe. (Rumor has it that Erin was actually O'Keefe's mule that had recently died.)

Do a GIS for "Barre Cemetery". Barre, Vermont is home to renowned granite quarries and generations of Italian craftsmen. Natch, some of them make their own grave markers. Some are works of art; some, ah, well, have a look.

Do a GIS for "Barre Cemetery". Barre, Vermont is home to renowned granite quarries and generations of Italian craftsmen. Natch, some of them make their own grave markers. Some are works of art; some, ah, well, have a look.